Love Birds

February 8, 2007 9:13pm CST
I had a pair of love birds. They kiss all day. They had so much love for each other. But one day, the male bird kill the other. He hurt him until she got wounded and die. Sometimes love in human beings can also be like that. The one you love will turn to be your murderer. Death can be found in a home. I am surprise to see someone died. She did not go far. They say too much love is not good, it can poison the lovers. Tragedy is a love story when the heroes died. Nothing is permanent on earth. There is always a sad ending.
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